All posts tagged family

I have been posting very infrequently recently. I am sorry because I should have given heads up. 😳 However, a lot of unforeseen things came up. If you were wondering what happened to me, let me first tell you I am fine and “D” is doing fine too. Furthermore, it has nothing to do with Dusshara (an Indian festival). It is just that a lot of things happened so quickly that I could not keep up with writing. Plans were changing by minute, and so I did not know which one to write about. Now that I know what I am doing I can tell you what happened. I still have a lot going on but decided that I will make smaller posts and keep you entertained. 😆 (more…)

Before I write my next post, I want to clear few things first. I feel like maybe I was not clear enough in my previous post and misled my readers. I take total responsibility if I gave a wrong impression about what I stand for. I love “D” very much but my mom always comes first for me. “D” knows that, and he respects my sentiments. I am a strong believer of “mathru devobhava”- mother is God. My mom sacrificed a lot for me, more than anyone can ever imagine. I am who I am because of her. D loves me because of the person my mom molded me into. I cannot imagine even a single day of my life without my mom and D. I hope my readers understand this. (more…)

When I write, I need to feel it. I cannot write unless I am feeling passionately about the topic on that particular day. Today, I am obsessing over a Bollywood movie I saw last week called “English Vinglish”. It is a story of an Indian housewife, Shashi, whose English is bad. She runs a small catering business, (making ladoo’s, an Indian dessert,) from home. Her kids and husband insult her on many occasions. She is a great wife and mother but her confidence level is low. Shashi then visits USA to attend her niece’s wedding with a white American guy. (I love that they introduced the concept of intercultural relationship, warming up Indians to the idea). In NYC Shashi gets insulted while ordering food at a cafe because her English is bad. She then decides to learn English and signs up for a class to learn English in 4 weeks. The actress in the movie is Sridevi. She was a Bollywood diva in 80’s and 90’s, but then she got married and did not act for last 15 years. (more…)

I know I have been putting off the post on the snowman date for a while now. As I said before, I was out of the lovey-dovey zone and in the patriotic zone. 🙂 Today, I feel like getting back to it and telling you the rest of “our story”. So here we go, as promised: Snowman date.

I always wonder if winter in the mid-west knows the days of the weeks. I say that because I have noticed a lot of times we have heavy snowfall starting on Friday or Saturday. The same happened on the weekend of the snowman date. It snowed heavily starting Thursday of the week. I thought maybe “D” will cancel it again, so I did not get my hopes up. I did not want to call him on Friday to check if we are still on because I am a girl and I am not supposed to call. 😉 I would rather wait, not knowing what we were going to do, than show him that I am looking forward to see him again. I want him to keep thinking that I am just doing this for him. 😉 (more…)

I am an easy person to please. Small things in life mean a lot to me. My mother had to always tell me to keep my eyes on the big picture. She thinks anyone can manipulate me, as I would fall for the small things. My mom always tells me the story of Arjuna, the greater archer, in the Mahabharata. During target practice his teacher asked him what he sees. His answer was “the eye of the bird”. His fellow students gave the teacher a list of things they saw. But I think sometimes, to get to the big prize, we need a couple of energy boosts to keep us moving in the right direction. I think both my mom and I are partly right. It would be perfect if I and my mom could meet half way through. By that I mean the big picture is Important, but small things give us the strength to get us there. (more…)

It was second Saturday of January 2011, the day I was supposed to go and visit D’s step mom-P as suggested by D’s dad. I was not really looking forward for meeting D. As I said in one of my previous blogs, at this time I was still a wreck and recovering from the back stabbing from my X. I was still waiting for the jerk to return from India. I had to drag myself out of the bed and get ready to go, only out of respect to D’s dad. (I don’t know if I said this before, but D’s dad is almost old enough to be my grandpa). So, the Indian principle of “respect elders” is the reason I obliged him. P wanted me to be at her place at least 1 hour before “D” shows up so we could have P and R time, (we loved spending time with each other and playing dominoes). Even from the beginning, P loved me very much. I told her I was worried what will happen to our relationship if the thing with D does not work out. (more…)